empty peace of sleep eludes
glance of hand that click-clacks on the alphabet
tending, mending a broken heart, a broken dream
glance of hand that once danced in his ebony hair
swirling, twirling silken waves in a quiet love-dance
he, gone forever
the hand remains
older, stronger with reminder of empty bed, empty heart
silver scar of solitude
two-hands clasp crowned-heart
outward and away,
away from the heart
his love now outward and away
she, the one who walked away
2 comments:
"...click-clacks on the alphabet tending, mending a broken heart..."
How we pour our hearts out through our fingers, indeed! Love this poem, Lisa!
Great reference to the symbolism of the claddagh both in the poem and picture. Lovely poem. :D
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